A Note from the Author:

i've only wanted
for the longest time to say
something that you would see
something that you would read
and see
with your mind the things
coming out of these fingertips

of how badly
i want you to connect with

my relentless metaphor and dreams
about how i want you to see into my heart

circling around
my pulsating atria
spreading their mouths,
parting like the Red Sea,
yearning more for sustenance,
more plasma,

so
how about you put down that magazine, man
and
how about

we

mix ours
let's meld as
one in expression
like music raging,
pulsating through
your rib cage
as you jump onto the stage
and move and move your face
your arms
your body

let's go ahead
right now
and see the importance
of every living thing
the people filling the halls
the person sitting right next to you
even now

these are some my feelings
lingering in my mind while i write
in detail and bizarre stories
about strange things
of no real significance

these are the points that are
bottled up in images
in description
in redundancy
and scattered thought

this is what i feel for this art
this is what i feel for you

open up and see

and move with me

to the

rhythm

as we sway
as we play
old guitars and shuffle
onto the sand

like when i saw these two African men
play in their homeland spreading
an idea of what this world could be
if we could only believe in our dreams,
and share our experiences and sorrows

and so on and so forth

basically, it is there
where i still remain
basking in the reality,
in the courage to face
fears, adversity, challenges, and draw strength
from the well of the human spirit.

this is what i felt,

and so i now share it with you.

Thanks for reading-

Your Humble Author,

Curt Allday

09/19/2006

Author's Note: http://galacticfog.blogspot.com

Posted on 09/20/2006
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